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A Messenger of Love

A Messenger of Love: by Natalie Keshing

She stood in front of the mirror straightening her tight black dress. Slipped on her white pearls. Close to the mirror she applied the lipstick in a mauve color to accentuate the tan on her skin. Pursing her lips together, dark brown curls cascading down on her cleavage.

He was driving towards her. Left hand on wheel, taking his right hand running it through his dark hair. His green eyes were full of passion and desire looking through the rear view mirror just thinking about her brought on the desire he had for her. After all this time this was going to come true.

Putting her feet and lovely toes in each high heel. She said out loud “Thank God For High Heels” and she did a little dance and twirled to the music he was also listening to.

The doorbell rang and it would turn out to be an interesting evening….

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